I do not want them, Sam I Am.

Saw this in another blog, stemming from a discussion about mens rights with regard to abortion. I don't know if this is original to the commenter, but I think it's succinct:

"Pregnancy is like ham and eggs for breakfast. The hen is involved, but the pig is committed. Never make the assumption that the hen can tell the pig to go to the slaughterhouse."

Writer's Block: Le Quatorze Juillet

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Bill Cosby portrait in Jell-O shots:

"Have a Coke and a smile and shut the fuck up." --Eddie Murphy

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I've forgotten how to live in and for the moment. My brain keeps hitting rewind.

I have always striven to live sans regrets, but the few that I do have are haunting me much.

I wish I hadn't listened to those people. I wish I had fought harder. I wish I had said my piece. Funny how all my regrets are over what I didn't do, as opposed to things I did.

Yeah, this is all very damn cryptic--the stories are so long and convoluted I don't know where to start.

I just look out my window at all the green...but I'm wishing for a human sounding board.

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jameth always knows what to do.

If he wasn't 1. suffering from a scrotum-assploading hernia 2. a flaming queerbag I would totally get on the plane and bring him a gratitude fuck.

THANK YOU JAMES, WOCKA WOCKA

ETA: I want a remake of THIS SONG but with "love" changed to "lulz":